Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.